Formed from a shared wonder of serenity within complexity. From a Snow Plough in the sky comes a whistle on a windy day. We rise and run from the lizards scorn, to bask in the light of the sun and the glory. A passing cloud ventures out of sight.

Currently recording second LP in their home built analog studio in an abandoned office block in Brighton. Expect whirring, buzzing, smash bang wallop, ting ta ting ting and lots of ooooh aaahhh eeehh swoosh swish zzsssshhooomingtonium